Outside the manor where the restaurant was located, Luo Chen took the snow slave and waved goodbye to the landing overlord.

"Okay, haha, good!" Lu Bawang drank red with a red face, and was driven by two stunning beauties, and his speech was already a little slurred, "Okay...... Brother, thank you so much! Three days...... After that, we'll ...... See you soon!"

"Okay, we'll go. Luo Chen smiled and nodded.

"Brother, really...... Thank ......you very much! Girl, you ...... Settle on...... Which, ...... now That's it...... Take it away......! From a distance, you can also ...... Haha!" Lu Bawang said with drunken eyes.

The long-legged girl glared at Lu Bawang fiercely, took Luo Chen's hand and strode away.

"Yes...... Brother Luo Chen has ...... Snow Slave ...... Girl, I don't like it at all...... You guys!" laughed Lu Bawang.

Luo Chen shook his head helplessly. can make a fourth-level martial artist drunk like this, you can imagine how much liquor this guy has drunk.

Today, this guy accepted Yan's little invitation, and he was almost crazy with joy. I didn't expect Yan Xiaoxiao to have such an influence among the celebrities in Xiaozhou.

"Xue Nu, do you feel that there is something wrong with this matter?" Turning the corner, Luo Chen said.

"There's no problem with Lu Bawang, and that little prodigal hoof has no problem except that he shouldn't like you. Xue Nu snorted, "But this matter may not be without problems. ”

Luo Chen nodded, Xue Nu thought the same as him.

He trusts his instincts, Lu Bawang is handsome and elegant, but he has a boldness in his bones, and he is definitely a person who can be friends. Otherwise, Luo Chen would not have become friends with him.

And this girl who came today is obviously a scheming and simple-minded person, and she won't play any conspiracy.

But this incident is inevitably a bit too coincidental. Behind two people who don't know how to trick up, there may not be no tricks.

And for Yan Xiaoxiao, a talented girl who is famous in Xiaozhou, Luo Chen has met him before, and he doesn't have any good feelings.

Yan Xiaoxiao photographed the dead man Ruhua in Wanbao Building that day, and then presented it to Xu Wenqiang, a celebrity in Xiaozhou, such a thing is considered an elegant thing among celebrities, but Luo Chen felt extremely disgusted.

After all, the dead are all caused by the Soul Control Pavilion, and they are walking corpses without autonomous souls. And Zhao Yue'er, who he has been worried about, is also suffering the same fate.

So he really didn't have any interest in the poetry meeting held by Yan Xiaoxiao. But this incident is so coincidental that he thinks it is also a little interesting.

"Really...... It's kind of interesting!hehe!" Luo Chen smiled silently and looked up at the autumn sky.

......

Within three days, Luo Chen and Xue Nu continued to wander around Qinglong City all day. Everything seemed extremely calm, nothing happened.

Three days later, early in the morning.

Luo Chen walked out of the secret room, his perception ability was slightly released, and he sensed an extremely familiar aura outside the manor door.

"This guy is really anxious. Luo Chen smiled.

"Luo Chen, how is it, is it good-looking?" In the secret room next to her, the long-legged girl's delicate body flashed out, and she gently turned around with her skirt and looked at Luo Chendao.

Xue Nu has obviously been carefully modified today, and a well-fitting long skirt sets off her perfect figure very well, but it does not look abrupt and ostentatious, and the beautiful little face is even more beautiful and refined. Although it does not apply fat powder, it is filled with a youthful atmosphere, which makes people look bright.

"It's good-looking!" Luo Chen smiled, "It's much better looking than that little girl!"

"What a conversation!" Xue Nu wrinkled her little nose and smirked.

"Let's go, if we don't go out again, then Lu Overlord should be in a hurry!" Xue Nu said, stretching out his small hand towards Luo Chen.

"Well, okay!" Luo Chen nodded, but he didn't seem to see Xue Nu's outstretched hand, and strode out.

The long-legged girl stomped her feet angrily, glared at Luo Chen fiercely, and followed with a small mouth.

"Brother Lu, I've been waiting for a long time!" Luo Chen walked out of the manor and said with a smile as he looked at Lu Bawang, who was pacing back and forth at the door.

"Where, I've just arrived. Lu Bawang said repeatedly, "Let's go! Let's go over early, and let the little lady wait, it's too rude!"

The two followed Lu Bawang out of the area where the martial artist lived, and walked at high speed in Qinglong City, stopping at the gate of a manor in the north of the city.

This manor is different from other manors in Qinglong City, although there are also walls, the walls are not very high, only a few feet high. The walls are hollowed out, and you can see the garden from the outside of the manor.

From the outside to the inside, there are not many buildings in the manor, green trees, flowers everywhere, there are clear streams flowing through, but it looks a bit of rural atmosphere, not like the manor of the people living in the city.

The gate of the manor is open, and facing the gate is an ancient bluestone screen, which is mottled with moss, and the three quaint characters of "Taoran Garden" are written.

A tall young man was standing outside the gate, and when he saw Luo Chen and the three of them coming at high speed, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

"Senior Brother Fang. When Lu Bawang saw the young man, he bowed slightly.

"Lu Bawang, why are you here?" said the tall young man's voice coldly.

"Little Miss is holding a poetry meeting here today, and I am here to participate in the poetry meeting. Lu Bawang said softly.

"Is there an invitation?" said the tall young man in a cold voice.

"Yes. Lu Bawang nodded, and a white card appeared in his hand and handed it to the tall young man.

The tall young man took the invitation, looked at it carefully, and confirmed that it was the one who invited Lu Bawang, and it was Yan Xiaoxiao's handwriting, and his face couldn't help but turn even colder.

"Brother Overlord, you just made a song "Linjiang Fu", there have been no masterpieces in the past few years, what kind of Xiaozhou celebrities, even came to participate in the little lady's poetry meeting! I bought this Tao Ran Garden and gave it to the little lady, so as to get the qualification to participate in this poetry meeting, what qualifications do you have to participate in the little lady's poetry meeting!"

When Lu Bawang heard this, his face was also cold, and he said in a deep voice: "The poems are not many but fine, although the younger brother has only done a poem "Linjiang Fu", but he has been praised by everyone, and in the countryside of Xiaozhou, village children can also recite it." If Senior Brother Tian has a work published in three or five days, how many songs can be remembered by the world?"

"Presumptuous!"

The tall young man was furious when he heard this, and said in a cold voice: "Lu Bawang, do you know who you are talking to!"

"Although you are a personal disciple of the sect, I will become a personal disciple sooner or later, so naturally I don't need to be afraid of you. Senior Brother Fang, today's incident is that you provoked first, since this is the case, don't blame Senior Brother for not giving you face!" Lu Bawang raised his head and said, "It's the little young lady who invited me here, is Senior Brother going to keep me out?"

The tall young man glared at Lu Bawang fiercely: "Go in! Today's poetry meeting, I want to see how embarrassed you are!"

"Hehe! At that time, it is not known that it will be the senior brother who will be embarrassed. Lu Bawang sneered and walked towards the door.

Luo Chen's face did not change at all, and he walked forward with Xue Nu.

"Slow!" Fang Qingfeng stretched out his arm to block Luo Chen, "You can't go in!"

"Why?" Luo Chen smiled indifferently.

"The invitation is clearly written, only Lu Bawang is invited. If you want to go in, please bring out the invitation card as well. Fang Qingfeng said coldly.

"Senior Brother Fang, the two of them are also guests invited by the little lady. Lu Bawang said in a stunned voice, "Did you stop them to make the little lady unhappy?"

"Little Miss's poetry meeting, can anyone participate?" Fang Qinghua's face sank, "Lu Bawang, don't you want to deceive me!"

"I invited them. A crisp voice sounded, like a warbler crying in the hollow valley, and the figure flashed, and a girl in green appeared outside the gate of the manor.

"Senior Sister Cen Ge, ...... are you" Fang Qinghua said softly with a smile on his face.

"The two of them, my friends, invited them to my sister's poetry party. Fang Qingfeng, don't stop them. ”

Yan Cengge jumped up and down to Luo Chen, stretched out his hand to hold Luo Chen's arm, and said coquettishly, "Senior Brother Luo, I knew you would come." Let's go, let's go inside. ”

"Well, good!" Luo Chen smiled faintly and walked in.

Xue Nu glared at Fang Qingfeng coldly and followed Luo Chen into the garden.

"Bastard!" Fang Qingfeng gritted his teeth angrily.

"Where did the cat and the dog come from, and they also deserve to participate in the little lady's poetry party! Wait, when you get to the poetry party, I want to see how embarrassed you will be!"

He is also a little famous in Xiaozhou, and he is a personal disciple of the Qinglong Sect, so it was easy to get a chance to participate in the Yan Xiaoxiao Poetry Club. Lu Bawang is just right, after all, he is a celebrity in Xiaozhou, but this little-known kid actually got the qualification to participate in the poetry club, which can't help but make him extremely angry.

......

Walking into the garden, after turning the screen, Luo Chen broke away from Yan Cenge's arm without a trace. The long-legged girl's face softened slightly, but Yan Cenge pouted dissatisfiedly.

Immediately, a smile appeared on her little face, and she chattered non-stop, looking extremely happy.

Today's Yan Cengge is obviously also carefully dressed up, and her little face looks even more moving. Compared with the snow slaves, they have their own merits.

After walking more than ten miles along a clear stream full of flowers, a dense forest appeared in front of me.

A few people walked into the forest and suddenly felt cheerful.

In front of a square radius of more than 100 zhang of open space, the clear stream coils in the clearing, the flow speed is extremely slow, along the bank of the clear stream set up a few cases, on which there are fresh fruits and vegetables, melons and fruits. And another maid stood aside, holding a jug of wine in her hand.

On the bank of the clear stream, there stood a beautiful girl dressed in white, her skin was better than snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, her lips were pursed vigorously, and she looked a little heroic. The girl was frowning, looking at the fish swimming in the clear stream, looking thoughtful.

"Sister!" Yan Xiaoxiao called softly.

"Oh!" the girl in white seemed to have just woken up from her contemplation, raised her head and glanced at everyone lightly, nodded and said, "Take a seat first!"

Yan Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue, pulled Luo Chenjiao and said, "Brother Luo, come, sit here." ”

Luo Chen smiled indifferently, let Yan Xiaoxiao pull him, and sat down after a few cases on the bank of Qingxi. Xue Nu sat on Luo Chen's left side, while Yan Cenge sat directly next to Luo Chen on Luo Chen's right side. Fortunately, a case is about a few feet long, and the three of them sit together, which is not too crowded.

Lu Bawang was quite interested, and after being glared at by Yan Cenge, he walked directly to another desk not far away and sat down.

Yan Xiaoxiao saw that her sister was so close to Luo Chen, her eyebrows raised slightly, and then she put it down again.

This is obviously the place of today's poetry meeting, and there is no one else at this moment except Yan Xiaoxiao. Yan Xiaoxiao was silent, just waiting there quietly.

Lu Bawang was sitting in a precarious position, lest he lose his courtesy. Although Luo Chen felt that Yan Xiaoxiao was a little pretentious, he also maintained his superficial respect. And the snack goods Xue Nu was unceremonious, and swept away the fruits and vegetables in front of him without any image.

After waiting for less than an hour, the celebrities who were invited to participate in the poetry meeting came to take their seats one by one. The last one to come in was Fang Qingfeng, who greeted him outside the manor.

These celebrities all know each other, and naturally greet each other after seeing each other. Only Luo Chen and the others had never seen it, and their attention fell on Luo Chen for a while.

Luo Chen's expression was indifferent, and his eyes fell on these celebrities. Before he came to Xiaozhou, he had already read all the classics, and now he naturally knew the identities of these celebrities.

These celebrities are all famous in Xiaozhou, but they are not really everyone. The area where they are active is within 100,000 miles of this Blue Dragon City.

Obviously, Yan Xiaoxiao's poetry meeting was also convened in a hurry. Otherwise, with Yan's small reputation, most of these people are not qualified to sit here.

Yan Xiaoxiao was still silent, and sat down after walking to the desk.

On the desk in front of her, there was an antique yaoqin. Yan Xiaoxiaoyu's fingers caressed, and with a sonorous sound, it pierced through the clouds and cracked silk, and went straight to the sky.

Everyone was solemn and sat silent.

Yan Xiaoxiao's ten fingers flicked, and suddenly the sound of Jin Ge Iron Horse came out, and the sound of the piano was full of killing atmosphere, making people feel as if they were on the battlefield where millions of armies attacked and killed each other.

The sound of the piano changes, and it is like a Xiaoxiao autumn rain falling straight down, clear and sparse, which makes people happy.

After a few breaths, the sound of the piano changes again, clear and long, like a boat between the lake and the sea, drunk and lying high, everything outside the body is like a passing cloud.

"The sound of the piano can affect people's minds!"

It was the first time for Luo Chen to listen to such a song, and he was also agitated for a while, and his heart was secretly shocked.

Yan Xiaoxiao's song is obviously not malicious, but it can already make people intoxicated. Luo Chen had a feeling that if Yan Xiaoxiao was willing, he could even attack his opponent with this kind of piano sound.

Looking at the celebrities around him, his faces showed excitement, and he was obviously intoxicated.

At the end of the song, the aftermath lingers. After a long time, everyone came back to their senses, and they were all moved.

The name of Yan's little talented woman is indeed well deserved.

Yan Xiaoxiao looked around at everyone, and said with a slight smile: "The song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" composed by everyone Zhuang back then is desolate and atmospheric, the melody is majestic, and the little one has been studying for several years, and today it can be regarded as a slight achievement. This song is dedicated to you today, which can be regarded as setting the tone of today's poetry meeting, I don't know if you agree?"

"Is this the "Smiling Proud Jianghu" composed by everyone in Zhuang back then?"

An elderly scribe with a clear face exclaimed, "More than 20 years ago, Zhuang everyone wrote poems on a snowy night on the river, and the name moved the world, and the Lotus Fairy played this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu" on the boat that night, and everyone who heard it was thrilling, unparalleled in the world, but unfortunately after that night, everyone in Zhuang disappeared, and the Lotus Fairy did not play this song "Smiling Proud Jianghu,"

(End of chapter)